Recovering

Sorry I haven't been around. (And yes, I know this isn't the most titillating reading on the blogosphere, so thank you!) Smith and I have been recovering from Christmas, and the days before.

On my side, all I'm going to say is migraines suck. If I never go through another day with my head throbbing, light hurting my eyes after making everything shimmery, and saying "large cold box where we store food" because I can't remember the word "refrigerator", life would be as close to perfect as it can get.

Both of us wound up staying up until 2am Christmas Eve wrapping stuff. The kids woke me up at 6:30am, and I explained to them I would be a good idea if they let us sleep a little longer. (That's the best way to describe the hissing I did through clenched teeth.) So I went back to bed and tried to sleep. Unfortunately, my Mom Powers turned on, and I sort of floated between sleep and being awake because I was listening to the kids up front. We dragged our tired butts out of bed at 8am, to the delight of Snake and Moose.

The ripped open their loot, becan playing with it, and I made breakfast. Later on, we went to my Brother's. We were supposed to be out of there around 4pm. I think it was closer to 7pm. We still had a great time and there was no drama!

Then to my folks, where the kids got yet another present installment. Lucky brats. We finally got home around 9pm. Somehow, our plans for getting to bed early fell by the wayside. We wound up going to bed at 2am again.

So after two nights of little sleep, and a brain that decided to short circuit earlier in the week, I don't know why I was surprised by how late we slept on the 26th. I think I was more surprised that my Mom Powers didn't work. The kids had been up for hours, quietly playing while we slept until 12:30pm. Yup, that late.

Today, after a decent night's sleep, I feel human again. I'm sure the shower I'm hoping to take will help even more.